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Brooklyn love for Pies ‘n Thighs

I’m not embarrassed to say that we hit up Pies ‘n Thighs three times in four days.  You’ve got to pace yourself with this one.  There is no tasting menu or small plates or palate-cleansing sorbets between courses. This is deep fried chicken, mac and cheese, giant donuts and homemade pies. The best.

First off, you need to come prepared…to wait.  They were featured recently on (sigh) Diners, Drive-ins and Dives (damn you Guy Fieri!) and even got the Martha-bump, so traffic is up, and tables are scarce.  Try and keep your desperate “hungry-eyes”off the food coming out of the kitchen, by people-watching and staring at the wall kitsch. Yes, you will see the crafting-gone-wild mobile of crocheted chicken thighs streaming out of a gold glittered paper bucket.  Yes, even though it is a million degrees beside that deep fryer, the staff are still working the toques and trucker hats (and hairnets), because if you can’t accessorize while you’re making food magic, GET OUT of the kitchen!


To their credit, the food is worth the wait and they get it to you fast, once you’re seated.  The chicken and waffles was the supreme champion – the super light and crispy waffle and spiced butter being a tasty surprise.   We popped in on night #2  for some samples of their sour cherry and peanut butter pies to take to the apartment.   These people know their pie connoisseurs and had whipped cream in containers on the side, so as to not sully the integrity of the pie in transit.  Total pros. I was in heaven, eating dessert in my pajamas and I won’t lie, there was plate licking.

Our last kick at the P ‘n T can was breakfast.  How can you turn down a sandwich called the Banjo?  Feather light biscuits, eggs and pig parts – no complaints!  Hobo G showed restraint and went veggie with the Hippie Banjo.  The dark, molasses-y Anadama bread, which we have since learned is a traditional Massachussets specialty, was a great foil to the avocado, egg, mayo, cheese combo.

Alan Thicke AND the Biebs? Good times.

Alan Thicke AND the Biebs? Good times. Photoshop at its finest.

Get some doughnuts to go, on your way out.   Treat. Yo. Self.  There is no judgment here, just high fives.

Giant delicious doughnut.

Giant delicious doughnut.

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Wearing my heart upon my sleeve for Saltie


“The good old days are now.  It is not ruined.  Ignore travel snobbery.  Bali, Thailand and other supposedly overrun paradises are still great places to visit, even though it may have been more real 15 years ago.   Your first time is your first time, virgin turf simply is.  The moment you commit to a trip there begins the search for adventure. “

– Bruce Northam, canon #3 , Globetrotter Dogma -Rules of the Road

Recently, I found this transcribed in the back of a notebook from many years ago (in my pre-computer days, gasp) and it struck a chord.  Or maybe several.  I have had it open on my desk for a couple of weeks now, percolating.  Over the past year, I took a travel sabbatical that led me from the streets of Paris, to the national parks of Oregon with some Colorado mountains and Sunshine Coast sunsets sprinkled in for good measure.  Those weeks truly embodied the spirit that Northam alludes to, and then some.   Now that I’m home, the great challenge has been learning how to maintain that sense of ingenuousness without having to hop on a plane.   I feel like those Globetrotter Rules of the Road will serve me well in my creative pursuits and daily life.

In the arenas of blogging and Brooklyn, I have come to the party kind of late.  Let’s get over the “been there, done that” travel snobbery and get on with waxing poetic about one noteworthy sandwich shop:  Saltie.

Saltie is the brainchild of Rebecca Collerton, Caroline Fidanza and Elizabeth Schula.  All fixtures of the Brooklyn food scene, Fidanza, most notably, used to be head chef at Diner and Marlow & Sons before opening the sandwich shop in 2009.  As the sign in the window states, they run a tight a ship – a short and sweet menu executed in a spare and minimalist space with a nod to the nautical life.

With playful names such as The Captain’s Daughter, Romaine Dinghy and Spanish Armada, it’s hard not to get carried away and order one of everything.   The Scuttlebutt stole my heart, not only because I so badly wanted to say the word out loud with a straight face, but because it looked over-the-top tasty.  It’s all in the details – homemade mayo, sauces, pickles and crispy/chewy/salty foccacia are what make this salad-within-a-sandwich unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before .  When you are done licking the last crumbs and dribbles of lunch off your fingers, get back in line and buy some “adult” chocolate chip cookies (a twist on fruit and nut chocolate ) to enjoy with a cup of tea when you get back to your apartment.   Also, contemplate how you can work a ‘do rag or jauntily twisted bandana into your daily attire.  They really know how to accessorize the hell out of the standard white apron look.


You can find out more about Caroline Fidanza in this great Food52 interview, and if you are a fan of The Selby, you can get a glimpse of the big action that happens in such a tiny space, here.

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